We are witnesses to view these deeds

we are here
the living witnesses
to view God's
creations,

the compact grain of sand
containing the whole
of this universe

the drops of rain
his blessings to the earth

the wings of birds
the flights of flocks

we are pilgrims
we come naked
we go home naked

we take nothing
we bring nothing

here we are as witnesses
in awe
in wonder
to God's wondrous deeds

Praise Him
forever

the 'hands of my heart are clapping'
my lips are singing
my heart is jumping with joy

Praise Him
Our God forever....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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